Searching for words so hollow, thoughts that speak to cry
Telling a tale of, where your false heroes lie
Making an accusation of your voice within
Is the end or did we just begin?
Will you ever know the words I have within?
Or am I just a face that lies to you again?
It seems you're barely alive or blind to see
The feeling of truth and what it means to me
(To me, to me, to me)
(To me, to me, what it means to me)
Searching for words unbroken
Can you see again?
The ones that will pull you in, arent even your friends
Will they try to leave you?
Will they let you down?
Or break you just to fit you in with the crowd?
Will you ever know the words I have within?
Or am I just a face that lies to you again?
It seems you're barely alive or blind to see
The feeling of truth and what it means to me
(To me, to me, to me)
(To me, to me, what it means to me)
Will you ever know the words I have within?
Or am I just a face that lies to you again?
It seems you're barely alive or blind to see
The feeling of truth and what it means to me
(To me, what it means to me)
(To me, to me, what it means to me)
To me, to me, what it means to me!
To me, to me, what it means to me!
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